What ambition does a man over fifty have
His dream was nothing more than to say goodbye for a long time
The grown-up son sat down with a drink
The two cups touched together
That's how they hug
It is also their way of reconciliation
Then, say nothing
When the son got up and went to ask for another drink
Father, on the other hand, stared blankly at the foam along the rim of the cup
Flow down the bottom of the cup
—— Wang Jiaxin, "Drinking with My Son"
The autumn wind sounds, and the crab feet itch. The season of crab fat is also the time to look up and think about home, and whenever this time comes, the strong homesickness will not appear particularly abrupt.
The "Crab of Qingzhou" in "Zhou Li Kuren" is the earliest record of crabs in Chinese classics, and this "crab of Qingzhou" is likely to be a sea crab - pike crab. Sea crab is fragrant, but also fishy, stir-fried spicy method, you can remove the fishy smell of pike crab, the crab after chopping the raw stir-fry, the fire is turned over, the tender crab meat is fully flavored, in the ancients of the "wen eat" crab elegant style, all enjoy the ultimate delicious smooth, the pike crab also into an unlimited regional cuisine.
After talking with Liu Jikai, when I was ready to leave, he asked me: I am usually embarrassed, this time said a lot of words, this video, can I show it to my father? I have a little emotion.
In the Chinese context, the relationship between father and son has always been very delicate, a process of worship, breaking, re-establishment, reconciliation, like ripples on the surface of the water, and in the end it is difficult to distinguish the boundaries between father and son, but it has always been difficult to escape a certain distance and embarrassment.
For many boys, the word "father" is majesty, power, restriction and surveillance, many boys and their fathers will have a period of conflict, will experience a "revenge" and "reconciliation", intellectually they know the love behind their father's silence, but in the sensibility can not step through their own knots.
When I read the new poem of the Wang family, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. The father is no longer strong, and the son is still stingy with the opportunity to express love. I hope that in this psychological war of reconciliation, you will not forget to inform your "opponent" for many years.
My dad was a soldier, tall, handsome, able to comb hippie hairstyles and wear vintage sunglasses. I grew up admiring him, so I had the impression that he was a male god.
When I was three years old, he put me on my lap and drove. It was small, my legs were short, I couldn't reach the ground, and my legs were resting on his legs, feeling his movements to step on the accelerator and control the clutch. Later, when I grew up, I could feel that he wanted to teach me everything he felt proud of. It was just that it was small at that time, and I thought my world was bigger.
In junior high school, during the rebellious period, because of a small matter, I didn't talk to my dad for at least a month, like I was fighting or even retaliating against him. We didn't show weakness to each other, especially my dad never showed weakness, and I hadn't won him by breaking my wrist until now. Later, when we were eating, we sandwiched a piece of vegetables at the same time, and my father naturally clipped the dishes into my bowl. That feeling, like you see the helplessness and loneliness of a very powerful person, is particularly sad. He is your big tree and mountain at the same time, and he accepts our incomprehension and complaints.
I had never thought about my dad getting old before, and that cooking, I realized for the first time that dad was getting old. He was a meter eighty-three, and he looked very powerful, and when he turned around, I saw his white hair on his sideburns, and wrinkles, really gray, which could be seen from the roots. We also went to weigh that day, he was taller than me, but lighter than me, really thin.
He's getting older, and the car he was once proud of is now a burden of age. When he was a soldier, because of the long-term spotlight shooting, the vision of one eye was particularly low, and now it is almost invisible at night. So in the evening I'll say, "Dad, I'll drive." He used to be the "king of the flying car", and now he can only sit in the co-driver and watch others drive, or "once" is a very sad word.
It was also at that time that for the first time, I panicked and wanted to go home often to see them, as long as I had them in my sights and they had me in my sights, it would be very happy. It was also the first time that I would collapse when Singing "Where Has All The Time Gone", because I would think of the picture of my parents getting old. Now, I especially cherish the time we spend together
I wish the days could go slower, and I wanted to spend a long time with my father.
· Materials ·
lotus root
Cucumber
scallions
ginger
garlic
portunid
cornstarch
Pepper
Dried red peppers
Spicy base
Wine
salt
sesame
· Production time ·
30 minutes
· Chef Cloud ·
Zhang Chenbing
(Chinese celebrity chef, founder of BingBingxiang)
1. Cut the side dishes into strips
2. Cut the onion, ginger and garlic into inches
3. Barracuda crab slitting and cleaning
4. Crab pieces dipped in corn starch prevent crab meat from being fried
5. Stir-fry the pepper until fragrant, pour in the side dishes and stir-fry
6. Fry the crab pieces until golden brown and set aside
7. Stir-fry shallots, ginger and garlic until fragrant, add dried red pepper
8. Pour in the crab pieces, stir-fry the spicy base over high heat
9. Add cooking wine, salt and sprinkle sesame seeds on a plate
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